Perspectives on aging and not aging.
"I love you," Kimmie's grandfather said, while gently releasing her hand and carefully pulling up the bedsheets around her thin shoulders. "Well I love your eyes," she said back, and planted a kiss squarely on his jaw. The grandfather gave her a wink, got up, and tipped his hat to me as he left the room. I felt a little awkward and concerned that I stepped into a personal moment, but Kimmie didn't say anything about it so we just quickly got to the business of therapy. Kimmie was a nineteen year old young adult who had cystic fibrosis and spent many long weeks in the hospital. I got to know her pretty well because she was admitted to the hospital several times each year. She landed on my caseload after her first hospitalization and the way we divided workload kept 'repeat' patients like her with the same therapist each time. She talked a lot about tranferring to an adult hospital but she knew her pulmonologist so well (and vice versa)that her...